10 September 2010

Pant

Pant 9/10

if I   have a         hard         time   looking you
in the eye   and speaking   clearly         it has
nothing to do with your         eyes

nothing to do with your         smile or the crinkles
around your   mouth
         it’s just the air   the tight pants
the something I ate

I am not in love         this is not about love
   my breathing is regular   see
your hands don’t make my   heart   skip   at all

I don’t think about your stomach

if I seem   shaken         it has   nothing to do
with you   it’s gas         or   caffeine
or the sick uncle in Florida

it is not your leg touching mine under the table